When : Always March 11th : HolidayInsights.com
There are few things that the male population worships more than his tools. To some, a tool is a natural extension of their arm or other appendages. So, Worship of Tools Day is a logical day of celebration. And, it’s definitely a guy thing. Please note however, there are more than a few ladies who love to work with their hands, and find today to be an important holiday.
Song of the Day: If I Had a Hammer
Mr Husband and I have a ton of tools between us, but we rarely use them. I have my very own drill, saw and sander. Used to use them too. Not anymore. Anything needs doing? Call Mr. Martin – he can do anything. He installed the customized DVD shelves in the closet that hub-mans collection outgrew over the years.
It’s amazing what men can do with tools. I can hang a picture, maybe a shelf or 2 but cut tile with a saw? I don’t think so. I gave that thing in the picture above a wide berth. The workman packed it up and took it away today. I guess they are finished. Paint and fixtures next on the agenda.
Man started making tools about 2 million years ago. And have been fascinated with them ever since. Tools and sex obviously go together. Though, why this woman is wearing ballet shoes is a mystery. Some part of the symbolism I’m missing. I’ll have to ask Hub-man what that means to him.
Researchers are constantly debating the chicken or the egg conundrum when it comes to tools. It seems the development of language skills and tools have paralleled through history. The same part of the brain is used for both skills. That brings us from the Neanderthal clubbing his women and dragging her off to his cave to the modern man. “Hey baby, hop in my fancy Corvette and I’ll drag you off to my cave.”
Update – Day 3 of the bathroom remodel.
Yesterday was the jack hammer. I’m glad I was at work. Never realized such major destruction was required to move a toilet 4 inches to the right.
Now I know. The master bath is an empty shell now. Even the ceiling is gone. The shower is “roughed in” as they explained to me. All I know is that it’s dusty and it stinks.
Our back driveway has a huge dumpster parked on it. A bright blue port-potty perches at a precarious angle behind the dumpsters. I hope it has seatbelts. If it falls over, the neighbor behind us is going to be really ticked off. She has a perpetual garage sale going on which annoys Mr. Husband to no end. The ensuing flood will ruin all her junk. Maybe not such a bad thing after all.
I’m expecting some huge machine like the one in the picture so show up next. I have no idea what this one does, but it was evidently made in Russia. Is it a gigantic mosquito fogger? The worlds largest propaganda loud-speaker? If it shows up in front of our house I want a ride on it!
It’s 8:17 am, and I’m hiding in my office. The construction team is out in the hall taping a giant zipper to the outside of the door while I write. For the next 3 months our house will be a disaster area. First on the agenda is a demolition of the master bath. It’s old and I won’t miss it, but oh the racket. The cat’s in a crate. The dog is locked in Mr. Husbands office, barking her head off. Hopefully they will get used to it.
The result will be 2 beautiful new bathrooms. Our house was built in the 60’s and the baths are the original design complete with avocado green tile in 1 and Truck Stop beige tile in the other. Yuck!
Our bed is now in the middle of the dining room. We will live in there for the next 3 months or until we move to separate hotels, depending on how well husband and I cope with the upheaval. We have managed fairly well so far until last night. Hub-man worked himself into a snit because “he packed way more boxes than me” . Ex-cuuuuuuse me! Is this the 800 plus videos that drive me so crazy that I actually blog about it to the entire universe, or the 5 people who read this? Or maybe the 10,00 books stacked all over everywhere that are dusty, yellow and you haven’t touched in 20 years?
Listen here, Bubba. Did you actually think I was obligated to HELP YOU PACK UP THIS S@@T????? You may as well send me to the liquor store to buy booze for an alcoholic. In what reality is this? It sure isn’t the one I live in. To quote one of Mr. Husband’s favorite phases, “NOT gonna happen.” OK, by this time I was yelling. All decorum was gone and my last shred of loving wifely patience flew out the window on the dark wings of rage. The very nerve! I literally had to bite my tongue to stop from going into a full-fledged tirade. It’s still a little sore this morning.
That “never go to the bed angry” thing sounds good on paper. But sometimes when 2 angry emotional people are on their last nerve, the best thing to do is just go to bed and get some much-needed sleep. Tomorrow is another day. Everything is peachy this morning. A bright new day, good hot coffee, life it good. By tonight we may be beating each other over the head with construction materials, but we’ll just deal with it then.